Monday 3^rd September

Rental sagas are never-ending…

Pete has a nice apartment in South Hobart.  We stayed here for a month before we left on 2XS and enjoyed it all very much.  It is on the bottom floor of an 80s-ish concrete block of eight.  Sturdy, unpretentious, warm and cosy.  He has had nice young tenants in there but I think maybe the girls have dodgy boyfriends… The front door no longer closes let alone locks.  Something has rammed into it, the wrong way, with great force and the hinge, solidly welded into the concrete block wall and the door frame, is bent out of shape.  Pete is at a loss – it is very hard to fix because the place is so very solidly constructed.  He asked Tahnee what had happened – had the door maybe slammed, very hard, with something very heavy behind it?  No of course not; one minute it was fine, the next minute – ummm…all bent out of whack!

A former colleague of mine also had rental properties – one bedroom apartments, not luxurious, but functional.  Val was forever bemoaning the things which had been broken/ruined/stolen.  She was a regular at Decorama, trotting off in her lunch break to get more curtain material – her tenants seemed to feel the need to take the bedroom curtains, every single time.  They weren’t particularly nice, and they were custom-made (by poor Val) for a very specific window size – why take them??  Too weird… They would also regularly take…the rubbish bin, and the toilet brush.  (?????)